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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
MDC,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.