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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.