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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Rekid,
Franke,
Monks,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.