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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Index,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.