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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.