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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.