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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.