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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.