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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.