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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.