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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.