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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.