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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.