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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.