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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.