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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Erasure,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.