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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
PIL,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.