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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.