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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.