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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.