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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.