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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.