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 Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.