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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
DNA,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.