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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.