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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.