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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.