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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.