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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.