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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.