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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.