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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.