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 Togo and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.