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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.