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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.