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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Josef K,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.