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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.