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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.