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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Names,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.