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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
the Germs,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.