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 Serbia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.