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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.