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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.