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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.