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 France and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.