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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.