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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.