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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.