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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The Associates,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.