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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.