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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
UT,
Skarface,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.