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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.