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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.