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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.