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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.