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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.