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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.