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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.