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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.