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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.