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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 UT to the crunk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Index,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.