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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Can to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Pylon,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Slave,
Brick,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.