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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.