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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.