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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.