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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.