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 Yemen 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Oneida,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.