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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.