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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.