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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Wire,
Lyres,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.