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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.