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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.