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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.