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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.