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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.