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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.