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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.