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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Fall,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.