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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.