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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.