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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.