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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.