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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.