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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.