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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.