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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.