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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.