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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.