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 United States 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.