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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.