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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.