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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.