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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.