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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.