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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.