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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.