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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.