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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.