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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.