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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.