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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.