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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.