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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.