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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.