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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.