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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.