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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.