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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.