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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.