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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
June Days,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.