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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.