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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.