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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.