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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
MC5,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.