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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Interpol,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.