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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.