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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Can,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.