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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.