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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.