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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
ABC,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.