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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
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.