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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Franke,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.