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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.