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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.