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 China and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.