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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.