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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.