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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pagans to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.