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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.