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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.