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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.