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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.