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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.