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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.