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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.