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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.