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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.