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 Nauru 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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.