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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.