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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.