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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fear,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.