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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.