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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
UT,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.