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 Russia and from London.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.