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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.