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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Little Man,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.