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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
AZ,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.