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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.