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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.