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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Evens,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.