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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.