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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.