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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.