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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Brick,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.