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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
ABC,
PIL,
The Invisible,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.