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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.