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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.