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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.