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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.