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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.