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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Index,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.