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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.