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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.