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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.