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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.