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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.