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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.