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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.