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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
The Index,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.