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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.