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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.