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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
10cc,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.