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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.