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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.