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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.