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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.