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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.