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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.