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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Can,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.