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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.