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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.