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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
DNA,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.