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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.