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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.