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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
X-102,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.