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 Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Index,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.