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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Pole,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.