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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.