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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.