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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Hoover,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
10cc,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.