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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.