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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.