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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.