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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.