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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.