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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.