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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.