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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.