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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.