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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
JFA,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.