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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.