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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.