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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.