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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.