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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.