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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.