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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.