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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.