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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.