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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.