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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.