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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.