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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.