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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.