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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.