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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.