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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
June Days,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.