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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.