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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.