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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.