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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Cameo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.