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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.