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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.