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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.