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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Move,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.