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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Cameo to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
cv313,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Crime,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.