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 Uganda and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All June Days 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 funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.