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 Djibouti 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Can,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.