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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.