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 Niger and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.