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 France and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.