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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.