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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.