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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
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.