Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.