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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.