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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.