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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.