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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.