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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Magma,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.