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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Human League,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.