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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.