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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.