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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Zapp,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Symarip,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.