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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.