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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.