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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.