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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Television,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.