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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.