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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.