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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.