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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.