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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.