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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Visage,
Technova,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.