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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.