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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.