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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Niagra,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.