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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.