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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Fear,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.