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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.