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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.