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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.