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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Can,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.