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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.