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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Can,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.