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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.