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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.