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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.