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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.