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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.