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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.