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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.