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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.