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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.