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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
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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.