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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Television,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.