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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.