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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.