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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.