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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.