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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.