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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.