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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
the Association,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.