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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.