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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.