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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.