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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.