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 Botswana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.