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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.