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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.