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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.