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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.