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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.