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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.