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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Fear,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.