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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.