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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.