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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Nas,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.