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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.