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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Index,
Model 500,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.