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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.