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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.