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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.