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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.