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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.