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 Japan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.