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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.