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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
10cc,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.