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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.