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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Hoover,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.