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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.