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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.