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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Wings,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.