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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
the Association,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.