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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.