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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.