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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.