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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Fear,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.