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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.