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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.