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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.