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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.