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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.