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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.