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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.