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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.