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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Japan,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.