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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Nas,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.