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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Names,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.