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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.