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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.