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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.