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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.