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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.