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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
UT,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.