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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.