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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
MDC,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Mars,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.