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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.