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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.