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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.