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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.