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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.