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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.