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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.