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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.