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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Index,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.