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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.