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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.