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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.