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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.