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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.