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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.