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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.