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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.