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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.