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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
World's Most,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.