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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.