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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.