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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.