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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.