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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.