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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.