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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.