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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Litter,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.