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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.