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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.