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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.