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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.