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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.