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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.