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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.