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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.