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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.