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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 New Order 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.