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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.