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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.