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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.