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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Television,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.