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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Smog,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.