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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.