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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.