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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.