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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.