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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.