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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.