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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.