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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.