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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.