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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.