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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.