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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.