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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.