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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.