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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Residents to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.