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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.