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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.