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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.