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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.