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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.