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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.