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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.