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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.