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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.