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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.