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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.