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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.