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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.