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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.