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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.