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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.