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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.