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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.