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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.