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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Television,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.