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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.