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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.