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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
UT,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.