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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.