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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.