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 Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.