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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.