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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Fall to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.