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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Modern Lovers 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.