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 China and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.