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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.