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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.