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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.