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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.