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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.