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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.