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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.