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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.