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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.