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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.