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 France and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.