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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.