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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.