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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.