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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Names,
AZ,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.