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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.