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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Can,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.