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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.