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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.