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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.