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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.