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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.