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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.