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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.