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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
World's Most,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
The Names,
Rakim,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.