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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.