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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.