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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.