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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Busters 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 grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.