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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.