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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Slave,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Pole,
UT,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.