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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.