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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.