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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.