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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.