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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Livin' Joy 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.