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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Pole,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.