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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.