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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.