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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.