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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.