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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.