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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.