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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.