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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Suicide,
the Association,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.