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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Magazine,
Can,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.