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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
CMW,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Can,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.