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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.