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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Can,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.