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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.