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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.