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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.