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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.