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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.