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 Mali 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.