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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.