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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Cure,
Neu!,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.