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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
X-101,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.