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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Yaz,
Technova,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.