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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.