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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.