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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.