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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.