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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.