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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Swans,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.