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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Move,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.