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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.