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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Wings,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.