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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Faust,
Josef K,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.