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 Seychelles 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.