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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.