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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.