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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
the Swans,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.