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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Move,
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.