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 Kenya 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.