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-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.