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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.