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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.