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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.