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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.