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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.