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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.