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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
the Association,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.