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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.