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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.