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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Ronan,
June of 44,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.