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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.