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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.